Friday, December 14, 2012

Saturday, November 17, 2012

"The human being runs at the side of a river. When he is young, he runs
faster than the river; in mid-life he runs at the same speed of the
river; and at last he falls down and the river keeps going." - Nelson Gastaldi

Friday, June 1, 2012

from American Gloam:"Tropical Trash made me cut myself today. I was listening to their new seven-inch "Fear of Suffering"
while shaving. One of the sides ended unexpectedly on my record player.
I jumped to run and grab the record before the needle spilled and
scratched into the label hole. That jump cut my face with the razor,
straight into the cheek. Blood, pain, fear of suffering." ...[more @ American Gloam]

from Never Nervous:
There are quite a few triumphs that residents of Louisville have to be
excited about this Summer. For instance, we have a new record store on
the brick-and-mortar horizon called Astro Black Records, and we also are looking forward to the much anticipated debut seven inch record from post-rockers Tropical Trash.
My friend Jim Marlowe is behind both of these happenings and was nice
enough to sit down and answer a few questions about his new shop, the
upcoming Tropical Trash record, and so on and so forth...[more @ Never Nervous]

from Blogstitude:
On top of the pile we've got a brand new 7-inch EP by Tropical Trash,
a Louisville, Kentucky band with members that have or do put in time
with Blastitude favorite Sapat, and like that band, they play a strange
cool take on underground rock. The EP is called Fear of Suffering,
and it's got five tunes in all, one on the A and four quicker ones on
the B. Press blurb mentions MX-80 Sound and that is indeed a good
starting point. Weird, proggy, noise/experimental undertones, and, most
importantly, heavy without resorting to mere distorto-bludgeon. I look
forward to more material, and I'm excited that I'm not quite sure what
to expect from it. I'm not even sure what to expect the next time I play
this 7-inch. Editon of 200 on white from the Sophomore Lounge label.

from S-Records:
"Some members of the great Louisville band Sapat get together and do a
band that sounds like the bastard grandchildren of MX-80 Sound. These
guys definitely ingested a lot of "Crowd Control" and "Out of the
Tunnel" along with some Mission of Burma, while woodshedding to make
this record."

We
first heard from Tropical Trash on a split cassette with No Copper (we
have a few copies left if you want one!), their track was definitely
cool, but also listening to this 7" now a bit misleading, but it seems
that perhaps that track was intended for the split, as it was super
heavy and noisy and abstract, fusing jazzy avant noise with tripped out
experimental abstraction. Which is definitely a bit different that
what's to be found here, although not completely removed. TT seem to
traffic in a sort of chugging churning noise rock, at least on the A
side, thick angular riffs, tribal drumming, weird mathy arrangements,
strange sing songy vocals, buzzing distorted melodies that mirror the
vox, rife with some surprising poppiness, a distinctly indie rock vibe
going on for sure. Loose and ramshackle, with the song occasionally
devolving into a seemingly random free noise splatter before lurching
right back into action. The
B side offers up a handful of shorter songs and finds TT cranking up
the volume a bit, definitely heavier and punkier, sounding in places
like a supercharged Polvo or Pitchblende, weird chords, still more
mathiness, but still plenty of melody and catchiness as well as the
occasional punky blow out and some cool tripped out droniness. Features
members of Siltbreeze outfit Sapat.LIMITED TO 200 COPIES. Pressed on white vinyl! In handscreened covers with photo copied inserts.

from Yellow Green Red:Tropical TrashFear Of Suffering 7″ (Sophomore Lounge)Wonderfully
strange debut 7″ from Louisville’s Tropical Trash here. Wasn’t sure
what to expect, I mean this could’ve been anything, but Tropical Trash
do this sort of weird deconstructed rock thing that couldn’t have really
come from anywhere but itself. A-side “Baltimore” sounds like
later-period Landed attempting a Dinosaur Jr. cover, at least for the
moments between mosh-core breakdowns – see what I’m saying? The b-side
pulls in even stranger directions, recalling atmospheric black-metal
(kinda), Dischord-ish post-hardcore (sorta), and noisy artsy-fartsy-ness
(maybe). Maybe I just really like the band name (I do), but this weird
melange of styles somehow makes sense when taken as a whole – I bet
this’d be a fun live band to see. You can’t sound like Tropical Trash
and not have at least one crazy-looking guy in the band.

LAST BUT NOT LEAST -

OPENING MID JUNE 2012 @ 930 BAXTER AVE INSIDE OF QUILLS COFFEE

A new and used record store specializing in Avant-Rock, Jazz,
Free/Improv, Modern Composition, Experimental, Small/Private Press/DIY
music (and generally anything considered left-of-center) with a serious
focus on vinyl LP’s. The goal of the shop is to provide a physical
space/locus in this city for music that is (generally speaking) not
found in brick and mortar record stores: the marginal and the ‘weird’.
We’re always looking to buy single copies or collections of records that
fall within the scope of the shop.

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Monday, April 23, 2012

GARDEN- M.E.S.The first god had in his garden
From the back looked like a household pet
When it twirled round was revealed to be
A three-legged black-grey hog

See what flows from his mushy pen
Garden
Garden

That person is films on TV five years back at least
He's the young generation dancing troupe
Try'na perform Country And Western
Do a dance here

Never since birth not eaten in a day
Never since courtship stayed up some nights
He had a "Kingdom Of Evil" book under a German history book
He was contrite like that

See what flows from his slushy pen
Garden
Garden

Small, small location on huge covenance sodomised by presumption
Crooked traitor past revealed at last

Godzone
Godzone (Jacob's Ladder)
Godzone
Godzone

... can be erased. This entails explosive charges left to me by a dead
sailor from Bury being wired up under every windowsill in close
proximity to my ears. When phones ring and are inconvenient to the ears,
I just press table lamp light button next to my bed and they blow up. I
got the idea from a book. Yours sincerely, Mr Reg Varney

The same thing [?] could have been taken for a spoilt slate with
largesse resource. His ferry stopped at the 'Pool port. Wild Bill Hick
shaves and charts at last. The second god's sad - he's coming up - he's
waiting number four with a [?]. Less stylish porch, we have the second
god's influence. Wild Bill Hick shaves and charts at last.

Shotgun shotgun
Shotgun shotgun
Shotgun shotgun

The best firms advertise the least

The second god lived by mountains that flowed
By the blue shiny lit roads
Had forgot what others still tried to grasp
He knew the evil of the phone
He knew the evil of the phone
The bells stopped on Sunday when he rose
The bells stopped on Sunday when he rose

He's here
He's here at last
I saw him
I swear
He's on the second floor
Up the brown baize lift shaft
He's here
He's here at last
I saw him
I swear

Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
He's here
I saw him
I swear
Up the brown baize lift shaft
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike
Jew on a motorbike

Sunday, April 22, 2012

TO RYAN, MIKIE, SABRINA AND SAL OF STATE CHAMPION FOR BEING OUR TOUR BUDDIES AND HUSTLE MENTORS, HELPING US IN EVERY WAY IMAGINABLE AND BEING ENTHUSIASTIC AND SUPPORTIVE OF US - EVAN JEREMY AND NICK IN YOUNG WIDOWS - SABRINA'S MOM FOR LETTING US STAY AT HER HOUSE AND FIXING US FOOD - JOHN HANSON, ZACHARY AND MARLEE IN GRAND RAPIDS FOR SHARING THEIR HOUSE WITH US - MARCIE BOLEN AND ZACH IN DETROIT FOR GRACIOUSLY LETTING US KEEP THEM UP UNTIL 4 AM - JOEY OF MEDIUMSHIP - JOHN OF MAGNETIC SOUTH - JACOB FROM CHURCH OF THE INFINITE SPACE RITUAL - CHRISTINE FOR LETTING ME SLEEP ON THE ROOF OF HER APARTMENT AND PROBABLY LIKE A LOT OF OTHER PEOPLE WHO I AM FORGETTING. A BRIEF FUCK YOU TO JEREMY THE SOUNDSHIT IN MILWAUKEE FOR TRYING TO SCREW US. OTHER THAN THAT, THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO CAME TO THE SHOWS

Monday, April 9, 2012

5 TUNES - 5 BONESLIMITED RUN OF 200YR GONNA LOOK LIKE AN ASSHOLE WHEN THAT SPECIAL SOMEONE TAKES A LOOK AT YOUR RECORD "COLLECTION" AND FINDS IT WANTING - MAKE SURE THAT YOU'RE LEFT BEHIND AT THE END - THERE'S NO FUCKIN WAY PATER YAHWEH IS GONNA LET YOU IN THE KINGDOM ANYWAY - YOU STILL HAVE STUDENT LOANS TO PAY! LOOK GOOD IN THE PIT - LET EVERYONE KNOW THAT THE FEAR OF SUFFERING IS STILL SUFFERING!

Saturday, February 4, 2012

Thursday, January 19, 2012

here's one that took a while to grow on me - the new(ish) Clinic record Bubblegum - I never know what to make of these guys - it freaked me out how obsessively samey so much of their catalogue sounds, but then I made peace with the idea of mining a particular vein and I'm suddenly OK again. This last record is a bit of a departure from their numerous other albums (quieter, more acoustically centered [which generally gives me a rash] but these dudes are so CLINIC that it's alright).

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

"Latest releases from blackened soundscaper Thaniel Ion Lee, who we first heard in his guise as Blood Escutcheon, who split a tape with black metal weirdos Cloak Of Displacement, and then released a cd-r (both sadly out of print). He then released a cool boxed cd-r called White (which we just got back in and you'll find listed elsewhere on this week's list), and is back again, now in a duo called No Copper, whose sounds is less droned out and blackened than Blood Escutcheon or his solo record, and more abstract, ritualistic soundscaping, inhabiting a soundworld more along the lines of say No Neck Blues Band, Sunburned Hand Of The Man or Avarus, long buzzing tones, pounding abstract drums, scrapes and creaks, lush layered drones, raw and lo-fi, minimal, but gorgeously thick and washed out, caustic in places, noisy in others, but all blurred and smeared into a dark landscape of echo drenched reverberations, melodic fragments, rhythmic experiments and black ambient shimmer, all flecked with bits of folky flutter and strange abstract sonic filigree. Fans of Lee's other projects will definitely dig.The flipside is occupied by an outfit called Tropical Trash, who may or may not also be called the Coconut Crimewave Big Band, but who prove themselves worthy foils for No Copper, with a sound that pushed even further into avant rock territory, a sort of free jazz / avant noise, heavy rhythmic, twisted electronic freakout heavy rock crush (!), the group fusing pounding drums to clouds of swirling glitched out swoops and swirls, before launching into some seriously blown out heaviness, thick churning riffage, pounding drums, all peppered with some bleeping electronics, and a sheen of hazy buzzy soft focus noise, a killer slab of classic electronic flecked noise rock, that definitely has us wanting to hear more! The band soon return to scrabbling and abstract skitter, the rock crush ditched in favor of some experimental abstraction, which is bombarded over the course of the rest of their side with some seriously fierce drum damage,LIMITED TO 100 COPIES. Housed in cool hand screened origami style cardstock boxes, each one hand numbered, with a printed insert."

LET ME FINISH WITH A NIETZSCHE QUOTE:"What if some day or night a demon were to steal after you into your loneliest loneliness and say to you: 'This life as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable times more' ... Would you not throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse the demon who spoke thus? Or have you once experienced a tremendous moment when you would have answered him: 'You are a god and never have I heard anything more divine.' " - [§341]